the night sleeps
the light fill the lanes
the mirror behind
the planet so quiet
the shadow everywhere
in negative Fahrenheit
alone image motionless
granted
this world
so divided...

(c) Ko Win Khine aka. D Hlaine (March 3rd, 2016, NYC)

Good morning, sunshine
Nine-thirty a.m
and you're lighting up my life.
Good morning, sunshine
that warms me to my bones,
and makes me feel alive.
Light dancing off the tin roof,
dewdrops sparkling like glitter glue.
Say hello to the bright azure sky,
blow kisses to the moon, goodbye.

sometimes you just want to go to bed

they    were      not      
     someone      you  
could        lust    over,  
they    were     fey,      
blood       not    running
   the     usual     way,  
they     made     me      
   dream    of    streams  
touched    by  moon
beams,    ice     cold    
  fields  at       dawn,      
every     season    I      
have    ever      known
breathing      within
    their     bones;    
dark      woods      were  
organs   once     stood;    
    each      touch    a    
   crunch      underfoot      
revealing   another        
layer  so       deep,      you    
doubt   you     will 
   ever      reach     the    
heart       of      its    beat.

You are difficult to love. Not only because I am not good at loving but also because you are quite unlovable.